He wakes up in the ruins of a destroyed home. All his memories are still there, intact, but there are no more walls. The windows he used to gaze into the future with are all filled in with rubble. He feels trapped, a cornered tiger. Fuck, more like a cornered gazelle. Always running away from the facts. The first thought that comes to his mind is, “Human sacrifice, anyone?”
He knows, however, that he will be hard pressed to find a place where an Aztec will tear out his heart and other internal organs anymore. The Aztec would be too gentle a punishment for his crimes, anyway. He looks up and sees a beautiful bird hovering around. It used to be his bird, when the structure of the home could contain the two of them.
Now it has been let free from its ugly confines, but still it hovers one more time around its strange companion of old.